The pleasure of mowing-- and other spring things




Stage Manager: Mr. Webb's cuttin' his lawn over there, - one man in ten thinks it's a privilege to push his own lawn-mower.

--Thornton Wilder, Our Town

Well, loyal readers, you might recall that Geoff was sidelined by his foot injury pretty much from the first of June until late fall last year, and so our grass didn't get cut more than three times last summer. I did some, Meg did some, and we had some friends come once as well. That's about it, really. So, as a result, one of the more onerous tasks, the mowing, is now a delight for my dear husband. 

He came home about 5:00 yesterday, sat a few minutes, then decided to get out there ahead of the incoming expected rain showers and mow. The hum of the mower sounded like a kind of music, really-- that poor man sat in enforced idleness for months. Somehow, isn't that always the way, though? We have certain tedious tasks we really don't like, but then we are so happy to do them when we are able to after something or other keeps us from them. 

So spring is here. I have a list of calls to make on Monday, one of which is getting the winter tires off the car. The others are more tedious, and may well take some time scheduling. But that is one I need to get done, if I can, before too much time elapses. Now, true, we've sometimes had some slippery weather into May, but I'll take my chances. 

The rest of my vacation "plans" include such excitement as washing the living room floor and maybe washing some windows (inside only, I can't reach outside). I hope to engage with the rose bush too-- my yearly battle that leaves scars. It's time. I bought a new little electric grass and small shrub trimmer thing, and I'm kind of itching to try it out. The long range weather predictions look promising, so that will be nice. And Geoff put out the deck table and chairs-- maybe a little reading in the sunshine? I sure hope so. We've earned a space of less-distressing weather. 

Enjoy your day, and I hope you have fun plans to make good use of this bit of warmer weather, too. 

C

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